about

Thanks to Brad, Kurt, Joel, Jess, Ashleigh, Cosmo, The 100 & 350, Tura Satana, and BMHC. Joe Anderson for recording, mixing, mastering, and taking a photo of a hat. Anyone who has put us on a show, or bought some merch/music. Dru's neighbours for only telling us to shut up a handful of times. We'd like to thank all the excellent women in the scene in both Newcastle and abroad.

Fuck your burgers, fuck your wings
I only want one thing
It doesn't come in steaks, fingers or strips
Just bring me some hot chips

Track Name: Letter To The Editor

Lost your birth right, so full of spite
(There's no justice, lost all free speech)
You never had what you should of inherited
It was stolen by the liberals and feminists
I’m sorry for what you had to go through,

Seems all the white straight men have left is the lower house and Murdoch press
You can’t stop slurring under your breath,
"The world got too politically correct"
So you rendered it a four letter word to protect everything archaic and absurd
Every stupid opinion and jest
Quit pretending your so fucking oppressed

Track Name: Done

A parasite buried in my mind
Eating at every thought at every line
That they might reoccur in time
Another regret in a rising tide

Fuck off I am done this

Of either negative selective memory
Or a portrait of a broken slate
Projected on dark walls in darker hours
As I will my conscience to dissipate

I am fucking done with this.

Track Name: Tura Satana

Don’t talk to me about respect
Did you think I wouldn’t object
You’re not entitled to touch my body
Who are you to think that I’m weak?
It’s not just on the streets
It’s in the churches and the Liberal seat
Back against the wall and I’ve had enough
Nowhere to turn, who can I trust?

I’ll fight them all
Till I can’t swing anymore, till my knuckles are raw
I want to make them bleed
I want to make you bleed